Song | Dead Ocean |
Artist | The Agonist |
Album | Prisoners |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
An Ocean waves hello | |
Feathers decorate the air | |
And sleeping giants approach | |
An absolute nightmare – not having footing to flee | |
Suspended animation, face to face with the majesty | |
Grotesque interest drew you near | |
But sorrow and awe keep you here | |
The Ocean suicides | |
Here come the leeches gathering around their host | |
Hard to believe it, arterial seacost | |
King of carcass, | |
I'll drown in is death | |
Grotesque interest drew you near the towering monument | |
Sorrow and awe keep you here while the | |
Ocean breaks | |
Flesh weighs more than atmosphere – what' keeping them afloat? | |
Still you stare, waiting for the shipwrecks and ghosts | |
The moon mocks you with a knowing grin | |
Or, is that the lure of a distant angler fish? | |
Was your role fulfilled? | |
Was that it? | |
Are you face up or face down? | |
Cardinal points are semantic | |
Geometry is religion for mathematicians | |
The womb that birthed us keep us close | |
Rebellious organs give up early, abandoning ship | |
The air feels hydrogen-heavy | |
Your elements are individualizing | |
Red algae pours across the panorama | |
Colored film fills your eyes, matching the bed expanding beneath you | |
With every once you lose | |
You forget you ever feared you're physically free | |
One who survives mass suicide gather the masses to blindly follow | |
Intonations camouflage obvious idiocy | |
Approachable outside to welcome them in | |
Black holes set in spin | |
A resource more valuable than we expect, | |
Wrangled together to redirect | |
I've been around this place before | |
I recognize the heavy doors opening on the entrance way | |
Molding a populace out of clay | |
Stuck in the earth, we'll stay. |
An Ocean waves hello | |
Feathers decorate the air | |
And sleeping giants approach | |
An absolute nightmare not having footing to flee | |
Suspended animation, face to face with the majesty | |
Grotesque interest drew you near | |
But sorrow and awe keep you here | |
The Ocean suicides | |
Here come the leeches gathering around their host | |
Hard to believe it, arterial seacost | |
King of carcass, | |
I' ll drown in is death | |
Grotesque interest drew you near the towering monument | |
Sorrow and awe keep you here while the | |
Ocean breaks | |
Flesh weighs more than atmosphere what' keeping them afloat? | |
Still you stare, waiting for the shipwrecks and ghosts | |
The moon mocks you with a knowing grin | |
Or, is that the lure of a distant angler fish? | |
Was your role fulfilled? | |
Was that it? | |
Are you face up or face down? | |
Cardinal points are semantic | |
Geometry is religion for mathematicians | |
The womb that birthed us keep us close | |
Rebellious organs give up early, abandoning ship | |
The air feels hydrogenheavy | |
Your elements are individualizing | |
Red algae pours across the panorama | |
Colored film fills your eyes, matching the bed expanding beneath you | |
With every once you lose | |
You forget you ever feared you' re physically free | |
One who survives mass suicide gather the masses to blindly follow | |
Intonations camouflage obvious idiocy | |
Approachable outside to welcome them in | |
Black holes set in spin | |
A resource more valuable than we expect, | |
Wrangled together to redirect | |
I' ve been around this place before | |
I recognize the heavy doors opening on the entrance way | |
Molding a populace out of clay | |
Stuck in the earth, we' ll stay. |
An Ocean waves hello | |
Feathers decorate the air | |
And sleeping giants approach | |
An absolute nightmare not having footing to flee | |
Suspended animation, face to face with the majesty | |
Grotesque interest drew you near | |
But sorrow and awe keep you here | |
The Ocean suicides | |
Here come the leeches gathering around their host | |
Hard to believe it, arterial seacost | |
King of carcass, | |
I' ll drown in is death | |
Grotesque interest drew you near the towering monument | |
Sorrow and awe keep you here while the | |
Ocean breaks | |
Flesh weighs more than atmosphere what' keeping them afloat? | |
Still you stare, waiting for the shipwrecks and ghosts | |
The moon mocks you with a knowing grin | |
Or, is that the lure of a distant angler fish? | |
Was your role fulfilled? | |
Was that it? | |
Are you face up or face down? | |
Cardinal points are semantic | |
Geometry is religion for mathematicians | |
The womb that birthed us keep us close | |
Rebellious organs give up early, abandoning ship | |
The air feels hydrogenheavy | |
Your elements are individualizing | |
Red algae pours across the panorama | |
Colored film fills your eyes, matching the bed expanding beneath you | |
With every once you lose | |
You forget you ever feared you' re physically free | |
One who survives mass suicide gather the masses to blindly follow | |
Intonations camouflage obvious idiocy | |
Approachable outside to welcome them in | |
Black holes set in spin | |
A resource more valuable than we expect, | |
Wrangled together to redirect | |
I' ve been around this place before | |
I recognize the heavy doors opening on the entrance way | |
Molding a populace out of clay | |
Stuck in the earth, we' ll stay. |